i've gotta be either dead or dreamin';

[rocknload]

Bridgette: I'm taking your things, Brittany. How does that make you feel?
Brittany: Robbed.
Bridgette: *walking away with my stuff in her hands* ♪Taking is like giving if you're at the other end~♪

I don't think I've got people's respect.

goyutasama has charged me with writing her fanfiction to suit her interests and then sending them to her. I'm supposed to feel sorry for her because she's trapped on the US Kitty Hawk out on the ocean in a location she's not allowed to disclose with absolutely no Internet outside of her email and basically nothing to do for entertainment. Tch, it takes more than that to inspire pity from me.

... Maybe I'll get that Dexter/Psych she always wanted started later today.

I can't wait for my mom to get up. I'm going to utterly destroy Newsies for her. I've also got to convince my parents to watch American Psycho, because for one, that movie's hilarious, and also because me and Bryce make references to it pretty constantly, now. Because it's hilarious.

I think I'll apply at Little America. yamiaudra tells me they're always hiring and a quick perusal of the classified ads confirms this theory. And I'll clean the bathroom. And work on the kitchen. And I think I've got some laundry that needs washing. I'm up bright and early, might as well get something done, yeah?

Edit: For someone who considers themselves so lucky, a remarkable number of statistically improbably bad things happen to me.

... And I really liked living without my parents. A lot.

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[theeternalmind.livejournal.com]

You're too nice. This is how it should have gone:

Bridgette: I'm taking your things, Brittany. How does that make you feel?
Brittany: Homicidal.
Bridgette: *walking away with my stuff in her hands* ♪Taking is like giving if y*HURK*
Brittany: *leaves the knife in her sister's back, retrieves her stuff* Yeah, that's what I thought. *kicks the corpse* Bitch.

And then you leave her headless corpse on the front lawn as a warning to any others who might dare to think of stealing from you. The head, of course, is propped up on a spike just outside your room. You rig up an electronic device so that whenever someone comes to your room to try to take stuff or otherwise bother you, her jaw moves and she says in a spooky voice, "Doooooon't doooooo iiiiiiiiit, or you'll end up like MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Liiiiiiike meeeeeeeeeeeeee......" And make it really loud and soundproof your room so you yourself can't hear it and thus can't be disturbed from your wonderful, wonderful sleep.

And if they come in anyway, that's what the machine gun trap is for.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

... Bridgette's not impressed. Not at all.

[theeternalmind.livejournal.com]

She's not supposed to be impressed, she's supposed to be dead.